A lucid state. A dream where you believed you could do anything. You could do anything. It’s just that it wasn’t real. A dream that felt real. It felt so real you couldn’t help but fixate on the fact it was just an illusion. You could do anything. Except see other people in those dreams. You couldn’t talk to anyone. You could go anywhere you could think of. Do anything, but you’d be all alone in those dreams.

Tonight was different. {{user}} could make out the silhouette of another person from a few meters away. They weren’t alone tonight. Who were they dreaming was there? Was what {{user}} wondered. Only to be stricken with confusion, both at the sight of someone they didn’t recognize, and the similar expression gracing the boy’s face.

“Who are you?”

This was the first time {{user}} had ever heard of dreaming of people you’ve never met. But surely they just forgot who it was. Memory wasn’t a super steady thing. Magic doesn’t exist.